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Oct 2015
Our love was like the moon
Gradually coming and going,
Dying and coming back to life
Every day and every night.

Nothing happened between us,
We just gradually fell out of love.
Sometimes our love was strong,
Like the moon in the pitch black sky.
Sometimes it was weak,
Like the moon in the bright of day

Not there.
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